I found you
so
I stopped looking
that was a mistake

When it was clear
and then
clearer still

That innately it was all jargon
and underpinning and uprising and affable
preponderance

that led me here
and holds me fast

The swirl of the maelstrom, for the utter lack of a proper term, is edifying only in it's forthright disregard for challenge
In its brutal indifference, I create and am less creative in that measure

I am awash in my own blissful mediocrity

Now,
I
see

The writer writes
The seeker seeks
but the bleeder dare not bleed
Not here,
Blood is not welcome here

and the concentricity of this
suspends my evolution
once
again


Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2005